Peewee nodded. But he looked at his father with suspicion.
"Your mother had never told me about you; she'd kept that secret from me just as my name had been kept from you. She'd kept it from all others, too. Her own family, her father, did not know. But her father, Ben Lampert, long before had known about her and me. He put together what he'd known before and what he had just learned and made me give him money to keep him from telling Mrs. Markyn. He came several times and each time I gave him money, but not, he thought, enough. I couldn't give him all he asked. So finally I stopped."
Peewee understood about this blackmail. Wasn't it Beman, then, who had made this present trouble? It appeared to have been Peewee's grandfather, Ben Lampert, who had done it.
"Now Lampert has done something else," his father continued. "A shyster lawyer came to me two days ago and told me that, unless I give them more money than I possibly can give, they're going to bring suit in court to prove that
